Zhou Linghuai's eyes were filled with smiles, and his ink-like eyebrows were also beautiful. He took a small bite. It wasn't his favorite taste, but he still felt that it was exceptionally sweet.
After one bite, he shook his head and stopped eating. "Eat it yourself."
The scene of the "cousins" acting as if no one was around made Hui Ji's eyelids twitch. He suddenly felt that his head was a little cold and bright.
Yu Youyao ate two pieces of begonia pastry and her mouth felt a little dry.
Zhou Linghuai handed her a cup of tea. "It's the Pu Er Tea planted in the back mountain of the Precious Peace Temple. It was transplanted from Yunnan. There aren't many of them alive, so there aren't many of them. The Precious Peace Temple has been covering it up and not letting anyone know. They keep the tea for themselves to drink. Look, these monks are so good at enjoying themselves. They don't look like real monks."
